reading you makes my chest tight with some emotion that i can't name; your words tumble out like your voice in my ear, excited, exhausted, thoughtful. i look for patterns, look for me (narcissist that i am), see you.

reading you makes my fingers itch to type, to write, to touch you, to draw fantastic curling lines and serious eyes that are beyond my reach. i want my words to tell you all the things you've conveyed with yours, but from my side. i want to write you into my stories and write myself into yours.